Romancing The Jungle
The Beginning. (1st Chapter)
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Valerie's POV:
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The horizon ahead of me is crystal clear. Ocean ripples are overlapping each other playfully, as they combine the layers of blue together. The sky is nature’s mirror; it steals the colour of the water and highlights it in a lighter shade with the fluffiness of the creamy clouds. Regardless of the back and forth motion every once in a while, the scenery is like an artistic painting that is drawn by god’s mighty. From my standing point behind the metal bars, I look to the right and smile at my father. I woke up to this world, the day that my father cradled me in his tender arms.
I remember it just like yesterday; he would always make sure that I am his priority. I suppose, this is what led him to take me on his massive researches around the globe. My father is one of the successful botanists in England. In his career credit, the awards that he has received are covering an entire wall at our villa, so far. Hence, I was brought up to be a nature lover, yet that did not neglect me from behaving my role nor acting my age. Simply put: I would rather extract seashells and analyse their historical presence, than grab a plastic-red cup filled with liquor at a rave party.
Its not that I don’t blend in; its just that I know how to consume my time of day. However, my wardrobe contrasts my personality to another level. Thankfully, my dad’s financials are able to provide us both with a luxurious lifestyle, which probably made me a posh-shopper. When I say posh-shopper, I mean: Gucci, YSL, Fendi, CH, D&G ect. Does this contrast my personality and love for nature? I suppose not, because I could never neglect my presentation, especially since I belong to a high- social class in society. Surely I do wear jeans and toms, but only if the jeans were from Levis, and the toms from Christian Louboutin.
I didn’t make these expensive brands my first choice; the environment, people and social standards that I am surrounded with, were the factors that guided me to this direction. “(He points his index finger out, as he now stands behind me) You see that, darling? There is the island that we are going to explore next. We should be there in an hour maximum.” I turn around with a pleasant smile on my face, as I hug my human creator with complete affection. My father soothes my blonde hair with his hands, as he chuckles from the surprise hug.
“Dad? Do I really have to unload my five bags to shore, once we reach? (I fake pout) I really don’t want my clothes to get sand and water in them, please?” My father shakes his head in a joking matter, as his grey eyes look at my blue pair. “Fine, don’t unload everything. (I do a little happy dance, as he laughs and proceeds) But you have to be my assistant for today, in my research. (He rubs my shoulder warmly) How many times does a father get to work, hand in hand, with his little botanist daughter in a lifetime?” His words murmured in my ears, setting my feeling of being proud to awaken.
If you are wondering, I have graduated with an identical degree to my fathers, because he was/still is the person I mostly idolise. He gave me that passion through my four years in university, to be motivated to graduate with flying colours. “(I groan in a joking matter) Alright, but only if I get to have my little exploration trip, on my own. I promise I won’t get to far from the sail?”
His eyes scan my outfit, and I know what he is going to say instantly http://www.polyvore.com/ready_for_takeoff/set?id=140386869&lid=4050520. “(I raise my palm to speak before he does) I know, I know… I’ll decrease my Barbie look before that, don’t worry.” He chuckles with a nod, as a cabin crew approaches our position. “Sir Wilson, we will arrive shortly, so we will set the ship right away along with the anchor.”
Valerie's POV:
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The horizon ahead of me is crystal clear. Ocean ripples are overlapping each other playfully, as they combine the layers of blue together. The sky is nature’s mirror; it steals the colour of the water and highlights it in a lighter shade with the fluffiness of the creamy clouds. Regardless of the back and forth motion every once in a while, the scenery is like an artistic painting that is drawn by god’s mighty. From my standing point behind the metal bars, I look to the right and smile at my father. I woke up to this world, the day that my father cradled me in his tender arms.
I remember it just like yesterday; he would always make sure that I am his priority. I suppose, this is what led him to take me on his massive researches around the globe. My father is one of the successful botanists in England. In his career credit, the awards that he has received are covering an entire wall at our villa, so far. Hence, I was brought up to be a nature lover, yet that did not neglect me from behaving my role nor acting my age. Simply put: I would rather extract seashells and analyse their historical presence, than grab a plastic-red cup filled with liquor at a rave party.
Its not that I don’t blend in; its just that I know how to consume my time of day. However, my wardrobe contrasts my personality to another level. Thankfully, my dad’s financials are able to provide us both with a luxurious lifestyle, which probably made me a posh-shopper. When I say posh-shopper, I mean: Gucci, YSL, Fendi, CH, D&G ect. Does this contrast my personality and love for nature? I suppose not, because I could never neglect my presentation, especially since I belong to a high- social class in society. Surely I do wear jeans and toms, but only if the jeans were from Levis, and the toms from Christian Louboutin.
I didn’t make these expensive brands my first choice; the environment, people and social standards that I am surrounded with, were the factors that guided me to this direction. “(He points his index finger out, as he now stands behind me) You see that, darling? There is the island that we are going to explore next. We should be there in an hour maximum.” I turn around with a pleasant smile on my face, as I hug my human creator with complete affection. My father soothes my blonde hair with his hands, as he chuckles from the surprise hug.
“Dad? Do I really have to unload my five bags to shore, once we reach? (I fake pout) I really don’t want my clothes to get sand and water in them, please?” My father shakes his head in a joking matter, as his grey eyes look at my blue pair. “Fine, don’t unload everything. (I do a little happy dance, as he laughs and proceeds) But you have to be my assistant for today, in my research. (He rubs my shoulder warmly) How many times does a father get to work, hand in hand, with his little botanist daughter in a lifetime?” His words murmured in my ears, setting my feeling of being proud to awaken.
If you are wondering, I have graduated with an identical degree to my fathers, because he was/still is the person I mostly idolise. He gave me that passion through my four years in university, to be motivated to graduate with flying colours. “(I groan in a joking matter) Alright, but only if I get to have my little exploration trip, on my own. I promise I won’t get to far from the sail?”
His eyes scan my outfit, and I know what he is going to say instantly http://www.polyvore.com/ready_for_takeoff/set?id=140386869&lid=4050520. “(I raise my palm to speak before he does) I know, I know… I’ll decrease my Barbie look before that, don’t worry.” He chuckles with a nod, as a cabin crew approaches our position. “Sir Wilson, we will arrive shortly, so we will set the ship right away along with the anchor.”
Notes
For the angels that know my stories, I have missed you all so much <3! I promised you that I will come back with a story to your enjoyment! For those who started reading my story, you already have a piece in my heart. I hope you like this first chapter, and don't worry this is only the introductory part of the story; so more and more will be posted and the story chain will be untied step by step :D. I really want to read your comments and messages as soon as you read this, your opinions and reflections are the most important thing to me. a good story needs a team of: A good writer, and responsive readers, to make it successful right lovelies <3 ? :D
Yours Truly,
Starzella
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6/9/15